总有一支蜡烛,让你想用所有的柔情去呵护;总有一个夜晚,让你想用一生的时间去铭记;总有一个故事,让你想用全部的力量去重现;总有一个人,让你贪婪地想此生一直拥有……闷热的夏夜,我偶然翻出一支沾满灰尘的红烛。将它点燃,一点微弱的火苗跳起。在明亮的灯光下,这点火苗显得如此微不足道。我凝视着它,缓缓合上了酸涩的眼。 There is always a candle, you want to use all tenderness to care; there is always a night, so you want to use a lifetime to remember; there is always a story that you want to use all the power to reproduce; there is always a person, Let you greedily want to have this life has always been ... ... hot summer nights, I accidentally dug out a dusty red candle. Ignite it, a little faint flame jump. In the bright lights, this flame seems so insignificant. I stared at it, slowly closing the sour eyes.